Quote:Come on bring it, don't sing it
Better believe it
Broken down, till your hope has died
Beat down till the victory is mine
Stand up and show me some pride
And now, are you ready?

Beat you down like an abused puppy,
You're not fresh, I've ruined your flesh but you love me
You can not shove me or rise above me, fuck thee!
Oh gee. you have more to prove? What's to lose?
Messing with an ex-rapper boo, now you're screwed.
Lose? That's what you'll do at that next pay-per-view,
Say, did you by any chance clear your plate just for me?
I don't know if it's fate but I'm here to scrape it clean,
Your plate I mean, wouldn't go near that nasty flesh,
You don't remember our night together? I'd be mad to forget.
Hope you're blessed, I'll send you some good luck charms,
and when I fuck you up, I'll caress you in my arms,
Undress you down to your scars and lay you down to bed,
And I'll let you dream, for dreams are where you are best kept,
cause your brain is truly numb if there's a chance of winning inside your head.